The Tale of the Dead King pt.1

English cottage with garden

This story begins with the many sorrows of a poor orphan daughter of a dead King.

Imagine a beautiful meadow surrounded by a mysterious misty forest.

Now, forget all that because that’s not how this story starts.

Where this really starts is in a cozy cottage in a tiny village.

What I mean by ‘cozy’ and ‘tiny’ is that the cottage had one bed and a little kitchen, and the village was like only ten houses.

Here you are introduced to Iris Baelfire, who is very important to this tale.

Umm… mom? Who is that?” Iris asked frightfully from the hammock she slept in.

Her mother cautiously looked out their only window, and saw the royal horse-drawn carriage.

It’s their majesties! Go clean your self up now! Oh, you already did that. Well at least put on your nice new dress I bought you. Go! Go!”

Mom! Sit down! It’s all right. I bet they know we don’t have a lot of money, and besides its best to be yourself.” She gave her mom a reassuring smile and then opened their front door.

To her surprise the carriage was nowhere in sight and there was no trace of it ever being there.

Mom? I thought you said the royals were here.”

Yes, why?”

There’s no one here. Or any where for that matter.”

Now my dear readers I’m leaving you here, so be puzzled, be scared, and I’ll speak to you soon.  

 

To be continued … 

     

Inspired by Lemony Snicket (also known as Daniel Handler)

Anna, age 14  

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